All I can add is to identify the quote in the thread title:

"When a man grows old
And his balls grow cold,
And the tip of his prick turns blue.
And it bends in the middle,
Like a one stringed fiddle,
He can tell you a tale or two.
So pull up a stool,
And buy me a drink.
And a tale to you I'll tell.
Of Dead-Eye Dick, and Mexican Pete.
And a harlot named Eskimo Nell"

One version in the DT

CHEERS

Nigel